1.Just Trippin with You

Lyrics: Can’t Sing. Don’t Care. Songs from the hip. Bruce Bendinger • Page 1 of 8

1.Just Trippin’ With You Nothin, nothin' as strong Can’t make it to Jamaica As love that's meant to be Acapulco or Peru Heartbeats time and teardrops No my dear I like it here And rainy memories Just Trippin’ With You Rainy memories... Just Trippin’ With You Don't have to ride on the Love Boat 3. Another Nothin’ Groove To make your dreams come true First you get down and then you get sideways Skip the ship, yeah, it's real hip Who’s that clown parked in the driveway Just Trippin’ With You Uh huh He better move Just Trippin’ With You ‘cause it’s another nothin’ groove Just Trippin’ With You We can fly on wings of love Saxophone sittin’ in the basement Sail on golden dreams White paint drippin’ from the casement Oooo wah wa-ooo Ain’t the Louvre, just another nothin’ Don't need no reservations Don't need no boardin' pass Did you know it Your love is my transportation Did you blow it And it's always first class Did you hope that Hey baby, you're my openin' night You’d outgrow it You're my ticket to ride Guess that you’ve You're a sunny day by the ocean side Got another nothin’ groove by side goin' down to the taco stand Where the salsa is Rio Grande Is it the end or Well we put in a quarter The beginnin’ and we take a chance Am I losin’ and we dance to the Latin band Am I winnin’ Hunh (Instrumental Interlude) Don’t that prove Sha-sha-doo-sha It’s just another nothin’ groove Trippin’ With You It's amazing when I am with you Yeah don’t that prove How the groove improves It’s just another nothin’

That's why I Don’t that prove Can’t make it to Jamaica It’s just another nothin’ Acapulco or Peru No my dear I like it here Just Trippin’ With You Don't have to ride on the Love Boat To make your dreams come true Skip the ship, yeah, it's real hip Just Trippin’ With You Uh huh Just Trippin’ With You Take a pass on Pasadena Let Morocco roll Take the Riviera and the Monte Carlo And put 'em on Cruise control (Repeat)

2.Woman in the Rain Nothin’ nothin’ as soft As a woman in the rain Heartbeats time and teardrops And the memories remain Our time was summers ago Now driftin' with the snow There's other loves and memories But the feelin's never go Lyrics: Can’t Sing. Don’t Care. Songs from the hip. Bruce Bendinger • Page 2 of 8

4. Julio de Studio Gettin’ good vibrations Julio what are you doin' Right next to you What did you do to Paul Simon Rollin’ on Thoughtwaves Down in the studio Rockin’ in time Oh I know Julio you got somethin' brewin' Rockin’ in time Like what did you do to Paul Simon Down in the studio (Interlude) Doo doo doot doo etc... I remember when I met Julio, Radio stations do you know how he can fool yo' Playin’ dollar signs imagination dancin' in your mind Just variations Hey Julio what are you doin' On the daily grind We don't see you 'round the studio no mo' Tune into your Thoughtwaves Forty fives and long plays keep on spinnin' And find the music in your mind 'Til there's a new beginnin' 'round the bend An’ find the music in your mind Hey reggae, say the promoters Now you got to be in a Carribean attitude Just rollin’ on Thoughtwaves Jamaica better door than a window Floatin’ through time Won't you open your mind you'll find what's behind that Swimmin’ in moonshine dreadlock door there's so much more And the taste of your wine Julio what are you doin' Rollin’ on Thoughtwaves Julio what are you doin' Rockin’ in time I remember when I met Julio, Rockin’ in time do you know how he can fool yo' imagination dancin' in your mind 6. Mother’s Girl. Dancin' at the new wave night club (Saxophone plays melody) Bobby sox and safety shoes will get you through the night Very hip. Very cool. all right now Walkin’ alone to school. Records, hey nobody buy 'em Mother’s Girl is makin’ it… on her own. Now they play their computer 'stead of the stereo (add computer flute) She talks big. She acts smart. I remember when I met Julio, do you know how he can And she’s very good at art. fool yo' imagination dancin' in your mind And if you didn’t know better Hey Julio, what you been doin" you’d think she’s already grown Julio what are you doin I remember when I met Julio, do you know how he can But you can't keep playin' hide and seek fool yo' imagination dancin' in your mind When there's no place left to hide dancin' in your mind And people never dream the dreams dancin' in your mind She carries around inside Julio, what you been doin" 6. Mother’s Girl (continued) We don't see you 'round the studio no mo' Hello Mom. Whatcha say. Studio no mo' Let me tell you about my day. Studio no mo' Mother’s Girl knows what she has to do. (Etc. and fade) There’s a boy in my class. And I told him I’d have to ask. And after you meet him I know that you’ll like him, too.

5. Thoughtwaves Well jelly beans and gum balls Just rollin’ on Thoughtwaves Roll through other kids’ dreams Floatin’ through time But Mother's Girl learned long ago Sailin’ on daydreams They come from a machine Through mind designs Just rollin’ on Thoughtwaves Why do I feel so cold? Rockin’ in time And why do we get old? Mother’s Girl just keeps those questions hid Rollin’ on Thoughtwaves What other girls don’t know, There’s room for two she learned a long time ago Lyrics: Can’t Sing. Don’t Care. Songs from the hip. Bruce Bendinger • Page 3 of 8

And when Mother’s Girl grows up… Will we ever see such simple times again?

She’ll be a kid. Remember John Foster Dulles on the brink? Days when we always knew exactly what to think. 7. Future Bop. And thinking positive with Norman Vincent Peale They’re immigratin’ outta town Days when we always knew exactly what to feel Aw, I just bought the cutest business gown Remember Pan Mun Jon And my atomic toothbrush done broke down And parallel thirty eight Say what? It's Future Bop! Days when enemies were easier to hate Remember when we had a leader named Ike That’s why the birth rate’s so depressed In days when Presidents were easier to like Everybody tired of takin’ tests Though ignorance is bliss it seems that all good things Now evrybody makin' rawhide vests must end Can you dig it? Future Bop! And it seems that only dreams are here to stay.

Can you feel the strain stimulatin’ your brain It isn’t like it was – in 1955 my friend Until you want to holler stop No it isn’t even like it is today Plug into the box, get your Future Shocks Flip your top it’s Future Bop! 9. Ad Man Well I’m an ad man, don’t make me no bad man Big Brother’s got better things to do Spend my spare time doin’ lots of worthwhile charity work Than sit around watchin’ me and you Well I’m an ad man, hey don’t be mad man And it’ll cost too much to call a cop It’s a damn sight better than So they call it Future Bop. bein’ some office clerk

(Saxophone solo) Ladies and Gentlemen I think it’s time I told you ‘bout my job They're leavin' all their Levitt homes You might have thought I was just some kind To groove in geodesic domes of ordinary workin’ slob And reconstruct their chromosomes But I can reach into your mind Doppelgangin' Future Bop! and turn it inside out Make you smoke and drink and spray your stink and wash Sowin' seeds and smokin' weeds away your doubt To satisfy those inner needs Well I'm an ad man don't make me no bad man And Uncle Sam is the hand that feeds Spend my spare time workin' Rollin' Tops with Future Bop on a book of beautiful poems Aw I'm an Ad man Join the great new Industrial state A real Man from Glad Man Of the union shop Just thankin’ the bank, Goin' on a binge livin' on the fringe tryin’ to make my house a home spring a hinge with Future Bop Well I remember when I hit the streets Everybody’s tired of the human race About ten years ago Headin’ into outer space With my Milwaukee education The whole damn place come down with a case I thought I oughta know Of Future Bop! So now I tell it like it is You got your zip zap plasticrap zoppity plop Although I know it ain't Get down... it's Future Bop! Tried to tell the truth once It only makes 'em faint 8. 1955. Once upon a time there was a 1955 Now I got nicotine and chicken, Full of well-kept lawns and Technicolor dreams pressure-cooked in grease When we all were young Alcohol and sugar to bring you sweet release When God was still alive… A time when Paraffin preservatives in your imitation jelly roll things were more exactly as they seemed Millionaire conservatives wastin’ oil and coal Aw I'm an ad man It was a time of simple questions A real college grad man A time of simple men Just sellin’ slop and poppin’ stomach pills It was a time of simple answers Take it boys Lyrics: Can’t Sing. Don’t Care. Songs from the hip. Bruce Bendinger • Page 4 of 8

11. When Everybody Lives in San Francisco (Saxophone Solo) When everybody lives in San Francisco Now I got nicotine and chicken, When disco clothes are faded memories pressure-cooked in grease When them little cable cars got cable TV Alcohol and sugar to bring you sweet release When LA lies at last beneath the “C.” Paraffin preservatives in your imitation jelly roll Millionaire conservatives wastin’ oil and coal They say everybody’s gay in San Francisco And the money’s tight as everybody’s jeans Well I'm an ad man - and you've been had man But we all doin' fine Got a thirty second spot for stoppin' all your ills On home-grown grass and home made wine Well I’m an ad man, don’t make me no bad man And food stamps for the Methadone and beans Just sellin’ slop and poppin’ stomach pills In San Francisco Spend my spare time workin’ on a book of beautiful everybody done gone San Francisco poems… yeah I'm an Ad man Journeys end and nothin’ left to dream A real Man from Glad Man You say how far can this go Just thankin’ the bank, I’m gettin’ tired of Crisco tryin’ to make my house a home (fade) Hey bartender, another Anchor Steam

10. Chi-Town Shuffle (Instrumental Interlude w. optional wah-oo) This here groove called the Chi-Town Shuffle Shine your shoes and fluff your ruffle When everybody lives in San Francisco Make your move and Chi-Town Shuffle on Aw, what a party it is gonna be When you make a brand new start Chi-Town guys like it down and dirty Where you left your heart They don’t mind if you’re over thirty Hey they say they got a place for you and me They just grind and Chi-Town Shuffle on San Francisco My my my my kind of boogie Everybody Done Gone San Francisco It’s the toughest little shuffle around (Stack and Repeat) You can fly from Chi to Chatanoogie And your feet don’t never seem to touch the ground Hey Cisco… Hey it's San Francisco man, Hey just like in Bullitt Can’t get enough o’ that Chi-Town weather Aw look at that, is that a guy? Dinin’ on truffles with Mike and Heather Hey what's happenin? You wanta what? Now Cy Touff gonna Chi-Town Shuffle you on Tonight we’re gonna lay back, catch some cable TV (Solos: Cy Touff/Bobby Lewis/Don Shelton) Got some ludes, reds, some beajolais Can you dig it State Street strutters, Loop the Loopers Hey San Francisco mon, Flossmoor floozies, high-rise supers you can do anything you want Shake their duffle and Chi-Town Shuffle on Tomorrow we’re gonna watch ‘em jump off the bridge Hey Cisco, how you like San Francisco man? Don't stand a prayer if you can't stand pain Cisco! Pass the Beaujolais Gotta be a player like Mayor Jane Anything you want Grab your shovel and Chi-Town Shuffle on Cisco, oh Cisco

My my my my kind of boogie 12. Bip Bop Boogie It’s the toughest little shuffle around Maybe you could. Maybe you should. Well you can fly from Chi to Chatanoogie Couldn’t ya, wouldn’t ya, like some boogiein' And your feet don’t never seem to touch the ground Never be a finer time to move To a bip bop boogie groove Guys get groovin’ – in their Guccis Fillies flash their Fioruccis Maybe you go. Maybe you stop Take a little puff and then Chi-Town Shuffle on Maybe you take it from the top Take a little puff and then Chi-Town Shuffle on Well just dig in and make it hop With a hip bip boogie bop

Predicate, dedicate, educate, medicate Lyrics: Can’t Sing. Don’t Care. Songs from the hip. Bruce Bendinger • Page 5 of 8

Predicate, etiquette, move to Connecticutt Gettin’ meanwhile back at the ranch Could he should she goody goody goody Right from the hip - ker-pow Bip bop boogie! Time to do the Bonzo Boogie now

Well, maybe you high. Maybe you down. Rock and roll or Coca-Cola Maybe yo baby is goin’ to town Don't make it no mo' Well now’s the time for goin’ along Willie Nelson ain't messin' 'round that White House door To a Bip Bop Boogie song Now movie stars in groovy cars Line up to take a bow (nice alto solo, ooo-wah in the bridge) They all do the Bonzo Boogie now

Maybe you miss. Maybe you hit. Bonzo Boogie. Bonzo Boogie. Maybe you don’t know when to quit. Cut your budget and lower your tax My fingers tell us this is it Dump those peanuts Drive those Cadillacs For this Bip Bop Boogie bit Gettin’ meanwhile back at the ranch Aunt Nancy done took that vow, she said, We'd like to thank those toes that tapped along "I do believe it's the Bonzo Boogie now." Guitar To this Bip Bop Boogie Song. (nice guitar solo by Will) 13. Wish I Were a Sophomore Again. I can still remember… my sophomore year Better warn ya. California's Full of brown suede autumns, I hear More than a state of mind The faint but not forgotten tunes You never know just what you're gonna find of those simpler times Well your daughter does drugs, say that's okay, and your I never realized would sound so son done run off to dance ballet adolescent to my ear Let's all do the Bonzo Boogie now.

I can still remember… her soft warm touch Bonzo Boogie. Bonzo Boogie. We all seemed so much wiser then Cut your budget and lower your tax The year we majored in philosophy Shuck yo’ peanuts Shine yo Cadillacs I wish I were a sophomore again Gettin’ meanwhile back at the ranch George Bush say Holy Cow, When life was easy I guess I better do the Bonzo Boogie now. and the hardest thing was love. Bonzo Boogie (Repeat) You felt feelin’s that you’d never felt before Time to do the Bonzo Boogie ladies and gentlemen, if It was the first time you really knew you'll just get up off the floor right where you are and let The answers but it seems your feelin's come out... Bonzo! That no one asks those questions anymore. Anymore. 15. Everybody Goin' Home I never really realized Boy meets girl in New York City It was quite so long ago Settle down in San Jose When girls were girls and There's a farm in the country boys were almost men. where the sunset's pretty Yeah can’t remember how, And the city folks come to stay but I seem to remember when. And before you know it there's a garden I wish I were a sophomore again. And a robin in the apple tree And the family seems to be startin’ 14. Bonzo Boogie ‘cause here’s where they want to be. Ron an’ Nancy Feelin’ fancy Well the birds fly north and the birds fly south Diggin DC for a while But there's a place for every rollin' stone Givin’ it a little bit o California style And the eagle flies under sunny skies Well friend your star can rise again Everybody goin' home Uncle Ronnie gonna show you how To do the Bonzo Boogie now. He's got a brother back in Boston She's got a sister down in San Antone' Bonzo Boogie. Bonzo Boogie. And the folks fly in from New York City Cut your budget and lower your tax To see how the family's grown Shuck those peanuts Drive those Cadillacs Lyrics: Can’t Sing. Don’t Care. Songs from the hip. Bruce Bendinger • Page 6 of 8

And their friends moved in south of Down here in Managua San Francisco man we sure are havin’ fun They get together all the time Got my guitar in the closet, And the days grow greener like the garden but I got my tommy gun And the friendships mellow like wine Kalishnakovs and Uzis, lots of free imported toys Well the birds fly north and the birds fly south Nice hot buttered bullets But there's a place for every rollin' stone for the local girls and boys And the eagle flies under sunny skies Everybody goin' home Bienvenido a Ciudad de Cuidado (Instrumental) Bienvenido a Ciudad de Cuidado Well the birds fly north and the birds fly south (Instrumental) But there's a place for every rollin' stone And the eagle flies under sunny skies Listen Sandanistas, better get it in the groove, Everybody goin' home Don’t want no revolution that ain’t USA approved We got Peace Corps, we got Visas,we got dollars priced to Boy meets girl in New York City move Settle down in San Jose We got them suckers sugar-coated just for you There's a farm in the country where the sunset's pretty Bienvenido a Ciudad de Cuidado And the city folks come to stay Washington DC

Well the birds fly north and the birds fly south If you don’t like the agua, try the beer But there's a place for every rollin' stone Let’s fly down to Managua, And the eagle flies under sunny skies hey it’s great this time of year Everybody goin' home We’ll get there with the camera crew, (Repeat and fade) We’ll stay there with the gear The press tour’s pre-recorded 16. ¡Ciudad de Cuidado! so there’s nothin’ much to fear in Spoken: Bienvenido means you are welcome to this place… Bienvenido Ciudad de Cuidado Ciudad means city… ciudad Si Si Ciudad de Cuidado Cuidado means to be careful, watch out… Cuidado. Bienvenido a la Ciudad de Cuidado means Welcome to the Revolution… revolution goin’ on City of Danger Retribution… in the blood… still goin’ strong Bienvenido a la Ciudad de Cuidado Bienvenido a Ciudad de Cuidado If you don’t like the agua, try the beer Bienvenido a Ciudad de Cuidado Let’s fly down to Managua, (Repeat and fade) hey it’s great this time of year There’s revolution goin’ on, 17. The Grassy Knoll underneath the Southern sun Slate: This is Grassy Knoll on the Thirteenth Everybody down here got a bottle and a gun Bienvenido a Ciudad de Cuidado Well the smoke swirls Bienvenido a Ciudad de Cuidado ‘round the Grassy Knoll Revolution… revolution goin’ on While the mystery Retribution… in the blood… still goin’ strong Echoes in my head Did you hear the shot Now in Contra Costa County That took away his soul they all talkin’ ‘bout the tax Can you dream the dream Can’t quite make it down here You thought you’d left for dead to hear about the facts ‘Round the Grassy Knoll Saw it on the news once, lots of soldiers, lots of shacks Black umbrellas Then I changed the channel to relax… Hunh! Block the Dallas sun And did those Dulles dollars Bienvenido a Ciudad de Cuidado Buy Harvey Oswald’s gun Bienvenido a Ciudad de Cuidado Underworld connections Glowing Ruby red Lyrics: Can’t Sing. Don’t Care. Songs from the hip. Bruce Bendinger • Page 7 of 8

Conspiracy protections (conspiracy) Quack Quack Buried with the dead ‘Round the Grassy Knoll (Duck solo)

(Instrumental) Some folks like Boston Beans Pyramids of power And some like Black-eyed peas Thirteen levels high Sometimes you in way over your head Sealed within the tower’s Sometimes you on your knees Illuminating eye Sometimes your life is outta sight Can you feel the knowing Sometimes you outta luck Growing in your heart Nobody knows… like Chappaquidick Duck Did it really end then Don’t want no radiation glowin’ in the air Or was it just the start Don’t want no inflation blowin’ everywhere ‘Round the Grassy Knoll All he wants a cozy nest – A little daily bread Well the smoke swirls Don’t want no shot guns ‘round the Grassy Knoll Blowin’ off his head While the mystery Echoes in my head Nobody knows… like Chappaquidick Duck Did you hear the shot That took away his soul Can you dream the dream 19. Waltzin’ You thought you’d left for dead Hey baby don’t think I’m a fool ‘Round the Grassy Knoll I’m really not losin’ my cool However I really dig three quarter time 18. Chappaquidick Duck I love it and that is the reason that I’m Went out ridin’ Really wheelin' and feelin' With Mary Jo the ceiling and walls 'neath my feet The road was windin’ ‘Cause waltzin’ is funky but neat The fog was hangin’ low You never know I remember the first time I heard Exactly where you are A waltz and it was the last word All I remember is Whirlin' and twirlin' a rhythmic joy I went a bridge too far That soon made a dancer of this little boy I just seemed to fly through the sky Nobody know like a child on a swing Nobody know When you’re waltzin’ it all feels like spring

Hey who’s that hidin’ Waltzin’s like walkin’ on air Down by the river side But the people don’t care Water’s drippin’ off his back They think that waltzin’ is square His eyes is open wide So they march down the street to the beat but they don’t Hey who’s that hidin’ feel a thing Slidin’ through the muck Try waltzin and feel yourself swing I do believe… it’s Chappaquidick Duck So baby just let yourself move Nobody knows… like Chappaquidick Duck Makin’ time in a three quarter groove Quack Quack They do it in England, they do it in France Pretend it’s a mantra, go into a trance Now Chappaquidick Duck And feel yourself fly through the sky He don’t know how to vote like a bird on the wing He ride through muddy water When you're waltzin' it's always your thing Tryin’ to stay afloat Don’t got no stereo Waltzin’s like walkin’ on air He don’t got no TV But the people don’t care He only know They think that waltzin’ is square Exactly what he see So they march down the street to the beat but they don’t feel a thing Nobody knows… like Chappaquidick Duck Try waltzin and feel yourself swing Lyrics: Can’t Sing. Don’t Care. Songs from the hip. Bruce Bendinger • Page 8 of 8

So baby let's go steppin' out Now you know what it's all about It beats cotton candy and chocolate malts Let's go to the disco and ask for a waltz 'Cause all of that Straussin' carousin' has just made me flip Yeah waltzin’ is really quite hip